novella
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John Book
John Book asked questions about his birth,
Asked his mother for things he didn't know
but in the answers he saw that she made things up
Invented a life so like the life she wanted him to have
but bearing little on his own blood and bone.
She collected words only to play them back
in meaningless constructions of some phantom life.
What he needed was the rock beneath the clay,
the dark oil underneath the rock,
the bituminous coal and the hot burning center,
but it was grass she gave him, grass and gravel
and places where the wind had blown the ground away.
John Book asked questions about his birth,
Asked his mother for things he didn't know
but in the answers he saw that she made things up
Invented a life so like the life she wanted him to have
but bearing little on his own blood and bone.
She collected words only to play them back
in meaningless constructions of some phantom life.
What he needed was the rock beneath the clay,
the dark oil underneath the rock,
the bituminous coal and the hot burning center,
but it was grass she gave him, grass and gravel
and places where the wind had blown the ground away.